Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tajikistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.